TOS five word thingy!!!

. A delectable pricking 'pon your

 

left hand side. I want

 

to stab at thee from

 

the halls of Andromeda

 

to the shores of Tripoli!

 

From the luxurious Corinthian fields

 

to the shores of Gitche

 

my curse, upon thee I

 

spit!" At that moment Sulu

 

let out a gasp-inducing

 

shriek because he saw that

 

Chekov had failed to pick

 

the correct door. "It's Number

 

Three!" he shouted. But Chekov

 

said "Three vas inwented by

 

an old lady from Leningrad!"

 

"How is that relevant?" Sulu

 

grumbled, but nobody heard him

 

"Vat vould the Keptin do?"

 

"A flying two-legged kick!"